This year’s English classes are so confusing. It is usually lifeless and boring but at the same time there will always be some amusing and interesting anecdotes going on.

Like yesterday for example, we were filling in the PMR registration form (or something like that). Most of my classmates got the photocopy of their respective ICs that the teacher has kept all this while. We need it to feel some infos (name, IC number etc.) on the form. Still following me? Don’t worry, you don’t need to know this.

So, I didn’t get the copy of my IC. The teacher was like “OH YEAH, some teacher told me you were changing SCHOOLS, so I’ve put the copy of your IC in your student file. Ready to give it back to you for your new school!”, And I was like, “LOL!”

I’ve never told anyone that I want to go to other schools. Heck, I didn’t even post anything about it on Facebook! :p (obligatory Facebook joke here)

On a side note, some friends praised my blog and how I use my English. I guess writing that post about the new class increased my blog readers. Or whatever you like to call them. And they supported my post 100%. :P

 
P.S: In case anyone is wondering, I still love Vincent Van Gogh.
 “what.”

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